Just plain awesome....

Thanks, Matthew!

You know those weeks

When nothing seems to go right and you can't seem to get happy? When everything seems so hard and you can't get anything to work?

Well, I'm having the opposite of one of those weeks. I'll keep you posted.

Not MY kind of British Movie, but.....

Still hilarious!

Amen, Jon. Amen.

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If you were to look up "Dashing" in the dictionary, this is what you'd find

I've said it before, and I'll say it again: Colin Firth is the thinking woman's sexiest man alive. Just when I think some other British boy has taken his place atop the pedestal of my affections, he does something lovely and my heart is his again.

Take his speech at this year's Golden Globes for instance:



Oh Colin, I love you even when you're not wearing a waistcoat.

Merry Christmas Ladies....

(Thanks Carren!)

Ummmmm.... yeah

My clutch went kaput yesterday and it's costing me a LOT of money to fix. So, yeah.

Why not watch this instead of worrying:

Your totally NOT commercial Merry Christmas message of the day

I just thought it was too funny not to share.



I'd actually like a new vacuum....... or a man to give me one.

Maybe you had to go to BYU to get this...

But I laughed so hard when I watched these I had to share.



This one is bad quality-wise, but made me laugh, even if I identify with the bitter roommate on the phone with her mom more than those mackin on the Love Sac.



(Thanks Jamie, you made my day with these!)

Awesomely Bad Christmas Song O' the Day

Enjoy:

Happy Hanukkah Everybody (but mostly my dad)!

This one's for you Daddy-o



Those are some (in the words of Adam Sandler) fine lookin' Jews.

If the video doesn't work, click here.

EVERYTHING Sounds Better With an English Accent

Especially HIS English accent:



How adorable is Jude Law?

Guilty Pleasures, AKA Things too stupid/disgusting/embarrasing for me to admit to loving... until now.

I know I've been neglecting this little ole blog of late, and I don't know if anyone is still even reading. I apologize for that, and I will say that I've been doing some soul searching about whether or not I'm going to continue this little venture.

But.... for the time being I thought I'd share a deep dark secret with you.

I love Easy Cheese. There. Now I've said it. Yep. I love cheese from a can. I know it's disgusting. I know it's a horrifying color. I know that I shouldn't, but I do.

And I'm not alone. One Thanksgiving not so long ago a certain male sibling who shall remain nameless and I went through two cans and an entire bunch of celery BEFORE we even sat down to dinner. If only his wife had been home to stop us. She could have saved each of us a lot of heartache a huge stomach ache.

Whew! I feel so much lighter now that I've gotten that off my chest.

I'm a Halloweenie

I've never been a big fan of Halloween.

There. I've said it.

Don't get me wrong, as a kid I appreciated the free candy and all that, but the costumes.... never have been my thing.

Probably because they weren't my mom's thing either. We have some great pictures of my sisters as "Indians" wearing white garbage bags and my costume at age two when I wanted to be a "pretty lady" and ended up looking like Mrs. Robinson from The Graduate.

Don't get me wrong. I'm not blaming my mom for this. I understand her. Do I ever understand her. Every year when this holiday comes around I am reminded of my lack of creativity as far as costumes are concerned. Last year I went as "Your Auntie". My nieces weren't impressed. Another year I went to school as "Miss L-" with a sash and tiara. My students thought it sucked. Sigh.

My sister is a Halloween goddess. I'm not kidding. She spends countless hours tracking down, sewing, glueing, paper machie-ing, painting,.... costumes for her five children, and she ACTUALLY ENJOYS IT. If you want to see what I mean, check this out.

If my own child bearing dreams had been realized I'd be living down the street from my fabulous costume maker of a sister and every year my sad little indians and menopausal adulteresses would have to trick or treat with her Greek Hopelight Warriors and we all know they'd die a little inside just for having me as a mother.

Maybe that's why this commercial speaks to me so deeply:



You go Ironman, indeed.

4 things, maybe 5

1. I have more grading to do within the next week than is humanly possible. At the end of each grading period I do question my decision to become an English teacher.

2. My students get a *5 day weekend. I get a measly 3 day one. Nothing like knowing someone gets more time off than you do to turn a 3 day weekend to crap.

3. Today's Catalog Living made me laugh out loud. Alone. In my classroom. When I should have been grading papers.

4.I have to come up with an effective plan to avoid trick-or-treaters this Halloween. Sunday evening will undoubtedly find me hiding under my bed with a flashlight.

5. If I didn't have an appointment after school I'd be home and in bed by 2:30 p.m. Sadly, I do have an appointment after school today.

* Friday we're celebrating "Nevada Day" and have no school. For further information on Nevada day go here, or here. Monday and Tuesday are "Professional Development Days". This means the kids get them off, but I DON'T!!!

Yeah, but I've been to Kansas City!

When I was an undergrad at BYU I had a particularly annoying roommate who, along with stinking to high heaven, had the annoying habit of having to top EVERYONE'S story, no matter what it was: You have a cold? Stinky nearly died from the flu when she was 12. You have three papers due this week: She had four last semester!

Well, my friend M and I who roomed with this delightful creature had just returned from our missions in New York City. This left us with highly sensitive bull crap meters and a toughness honed by 18 months of walking at night through dangerous neighborhoods handing out our phone numbers to random strangers.

I have to say that although I'm sure I was in danger from time to time during my 18 months in Queens and Brooklyn, I was never scared or nervous. I was on the Lord's errand and was where I was supposed to be.

One night after sharing our favorite "I could have been killed this one time...." stories (a favorite pastime of returned missionaries in general and New York South missionaries in particular), Stinky piped up with "Yeah, but you didn't serve in Kansas City. Kansas City is REALLY dangerous." We scoffed and laughed at her. I mean we had served in NEW YORK CITY! A city KNOWN for danger and crime.

Thereafter the phrase, "Yeah, but I've been to Kansas City!" became synonymous with bull crap.

Why do I bring this up today?
For the past two years, the people at Walletpop.com have compiled the 25 worst neighborhoods in the United States. Not too surprisingly Las Vegas made the list. Not once. Not twice. But count 'em THREE TIMES.

Let me make it even clearer. Those three neighborhoods are in the top EIGHT most dangerous.

Why do I bring this up? Not to scare my mother (who refused to allow me to student teach in inner city Washington D.C. even though I'd served my mission in New York City), although she might think otherwise. Nope.

I'm sharing this info to let you know that my school is located right smack dab in the middle of the third most dangerous neighborhood in the United States:



yep. That one.

To sum up, we ship the best and the brightest students from all over Las Vegas to a neighborhood wherein you have a 1 in 7 chance of being a victim of crime.

Here's the thing. Like my time as a young missionary in New York City, I have never felt nervous or worried or even hesitant about my safety at my school. I suppose being where you're supposed to be and doing what you're supposed to do makes all of the difference.

Also, I mention this list because for all of these years I felt so big and bad and brave for working Bed Stuy and South Prospect Park in Brooklyn. Turns out they didn't even make the list. What a let down.

Kansas City did. It's number 23. I guess Stinky had a point.

But I'VE been to Las Vegas 89106!

The Wet Corgi Dance

You might think it's strange to post a video of someone else's dog doing something funny, but this video is just so typically corgi that I had to post it.



Gotta love a Corgi!!

Again, Seriously...

In case you were wondering, No. I will NEVER tire of OK Go.

Seriously?

Not only does he look like this:



But he also says things like this,

and then he dances like a goofball in this:


(Never have I wanted to be an 88 year old woman more.)

And he makes it impossible for me NOT to love him.

Yeah, Yeah, I know

I promised more house photos. But, you see..... school started. And my house decorating (and cleaning for that matter) kinda went kaput. I'll get back to it. But until then, you must must MUST check out the hilarious Catalog living. It's the blog for all of us who love catalogues, yet wonder: Who actually lives in these rooms?

Ta ta for now.

(thanks to Coal Creek Farm for the link)